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On Monday They Went Out For A Private Picnic. On Tuesday They Went For A Carriage Drive. On Wednesday They Went To Pick Bluebells. On Thursday They Fished At The Lake, Returning With Damp Clothes And Sun-glazed Complexions, Laughing Together At A Joke They Didn't Share With Anyone Else. On Friday They Danced Together At An Impromptu Musical Evening, Looking So Well Matched One Of The Guests Remarked It Was A Pleasure To Watch Them. On Saturday Matthew Woke Up Wanting To Murder Someone.

Hunt Looked Like A Man Who Had Visited Many Woman's Beds And Knew Exactly What To Do In Them.

I Figured If I Told It To Myself Often Enough, I Would Start Believing It.

One Should Make The Best Choice Possible Given The Circumstances, And Then Avoid Second-guessing For The Sake Of One's Own Sanity.

His Quiet Certainty Made The Ground Beneath My Feet Feel Solid. Like Someday Everything Might Actually Be Okay.